Random Weekend

Damn this was a long weekend.

Right now I’m sitting here like, “Damn do I really have to go to work tomorrow?” My weekend was *blushes* great!

My boys’ father picked them up in the early afternoon on Friday to keep them for the weekend. With a smile and a wave, they pulled away leaving me to frolick all weekend long.

First, I went to my Mama’s house to eat Thanksgiving leftovers. Then, I went back home to sleep. Then I woke up and went back there to eat. Then I drove back home to rest a bit from all that driving. Then my friend *laffs* came through.

I have to laugh when I think of him because dude is my friend from wayyyyyyyyy back…Damn, I just realized that all of the men in my life are from middle or elementary school. I guess it makes me more comfortable.Whatever. So dude is from wayyyy back and we’re sitting up having a drink and listening to Kanye. Next thing I know I feel something on my arm. Something soft and warm. I ignore it at first but when it continues to stroke me I look over at him.

His eyes are half closed and he’s leaning towards me.

“What’s up, Tee?” The words slide out of his mouth like a brotha on a mission. He’s looking me in my eyes with a serious expression. I give him a bewildered look. I’m honestly confused.When he lifts himself a little to scoot closer to me, I can’t help it I just, LAAAAAAAAAUGGGGGGGGGGGHEED!!!!

I couldn’t stop laughing! I really couldn’t! I know this dude is not trying me! LMAO!!!!

Oh my goodness! That was my laugh for the weekend! I guess as a man, he had to at least try. LOL! But that was so funny. Imagine, me and HIM!!! hahahahahahaaaaaaaaa!

Naw dude. Won’t happen. Ever. In life. Sorry.

So he leaves and I fix myself another drink and I settle down to allow the life changing sounds of Late Registration to invade my mind and overtake my senses.

You know how you turn the speakers down when you are confused and you need to think? Not with Kanye. When things get hectic, I turn my speakers UP!!!

I love Kanye West. I believe he is a gift from God to this earth. If you ever have a moment to simply reflect on him, you should. He is simply wonderful. Imagine what impact he will have on the world. Imagine the type of artists that will emerge after being influenced by his music. Kanye is the Michael Jackson of our time. Kanye is the TRUTH!

I was dreaming about him early this morning. I was in a room with some other chick and the door opened signaling the arrival of a package. I already knew what it was. As the small package was handed to me I could hear the heightening part of the song Diamonds from Sierra Leone, you know, just after Jay-Z SMASHES that shit wide open!

Foreeeeeeeeeeevuhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

I looked down at the neatly wrapped brown box. Here in my hand, was a collection of brand new beats straight from Kanye West. Just for me to vibe to and create something spectacular!

Just as I slipped a manicured nail under the brown paper to open my treasure, THE DAMN PHONE RANG! I sprung up in my bed and stormed out of my room and into the living room. I picked up the phone and pressed TALK with a vengeance.

“WHAT?!!” I screamed into the phone.

“Damn, forget you then! I was just callin to talk. BYE!”

I rolled my eyes and placed the phone back on the charger. I sat there with my arms folded for two minutes fuming over my lost connection with Kanye. Then I shook my anger off and walked back to my room. Two seconds later I was listening to him sing to me again. I felt so much better!

It’s crazy, I know. He just makes me smile so much. He’s not afraid to be who he is. He’s different. A little weird, focused, dressed fresh to death! The best thing about him is He LOVES HIS MAMA!

He sings:
She’s like a book of poetry
Maya Angelou
Nikki Giovani
Turn one page and there’s my Mommy!

Awww! I want my sons to sing a song like that for me! In fact, my son asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I bent down to whisper in his ear, just as serious as a broken heel on your new pair of shoes 5 minutes before a big date—–“I want a song.”

~smile~

Come on, how many men can you find you say those words and actually mean it? So many men have no appreciation for the women who brought them into this world and I really don’t understand how you can hate your Mama.

I grew up thinking my Mama hated me because she was always so mean and strict. Now when I look at her, I see nothing but love. All it took was a decision on my part to change my behaviour. No more trying to get her to understand how hurt I was in the past. No more pushing for an apology. What was done is done. I can’t go back so I chose to let it go, forgive and move on.

And it has made all the difference in our relationship. I actually like my Mama now. Now, when she’s being feisty I don’t get upset. It’s who she is. I had to accept that. She is who she is. I love her for everything she is.

Point blank.

Maybe it’s your turn to let some anger go. All it takes is a simple decision to leave it alone. I promise you, if you forgive and lay it to rest, that pressing pain won’t come back.

Let it go.